After what seemed to be hours, they succeeded in finishing their search but didn't find Bloom.
"She is not here, thank you, detective Liz," Tyra sneered.
"Hey! I never said my theory was correct," Liz defended herself, shooting a glare at Tyra who rolled her eyes.
"I'm starving," Taylor announced amidst the argument.
"You guys go ahead and grab something to eat, I'm going to check on my sister," Zayn said tiredly.
"I will keep yours," Nicole told him as they walked away.
Zayn smiled at her and went back into the building. He paused on the stairs when he realized he didn't search the janitors' room. He thought it was a dumb idea to search where the janitors kept their cleaning equipment, but he wasn't going to leave any stone unturned.
He walked down the large hallway ignoring the three girls that stared at him as they walked passed him. He made his way to the stairs leading downstairs to where the Janitors store all their tools and cleaning equipment.
It was dark as he went closer, he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. The door to the room was locked, he sighed as he looked around him. He felt like an idiot as he stared at the black metal door that was already wearing out.
"Of course it will be locked," he said to himself and sighed feeling more frustrated.
He placed his head on the wall and closed his eyes, trying to imagine where she could be.
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Flashes of different images appeared in Bloom's head as she twirled in pain. An image of a little boy waving at her kept appearing in her head.
She woke up when she heard footsteps, she looked into the darkness surrounding her. She was waiting for Rosa to open the door with some food and some painkillers for the excruciating pain in her head.
Her stomach grumbled, she groaned and struggled to set her hands free but it only left a burning pain and fresh bruises around her wrist.
She heard Zayn's voice, at first she convinced herself it was her imagination and the pain in her head was taking away her sanity. But the flashes of light and footsteps told her it was real, someone was behind the door. Relief and hope surged through her. She wanted to scream and make a sound to let him know she was in the room.
She groaned louder than ever, she didn't stop even if her throat hurt.
"Sunflower?"
She heard him call, she hummed in response.
"Oh my God! Bloom!"
She heard him knock on the door.
She made a loud sound at the back of her throat in response.
"Stay calm, I will get you out in a minute, okay?"
She hummed in response, nodding her head as if he could see her.
She heard him running away and soon he was gone. A bolt of panic hit her and fear crept up her skin at the thought of him not coming back for her.
Ten minutes later she heard heavy footsteps. She stared at her pitch-black surroundings, hoping it was Zayn.
"Sunflower, can you hear me? I'm right here."
She hummed back to him.
She listened to the sound of him hitting the padlock, trying to break it.
She shut her eyes to block the lights when the door opened. Her eyes squinted at his flashlight that was pointed at her face.
"Sorry," he apologized moving the stream of lights from his phone to another direction.
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Boy With Love|COMPLETE|
Teen Fiction"Go home Bloom and don't return to this place." "You don't own this place and you don't have the right to tell me where to go and where not to!" She shouted. She was annoyed at how mean he was toward her. "Get this straight Bloom, someone like you d...
